Teaching Courage is a constant thing. So is recognizing hypocrisy.
But these kids are a different story and what happens to them at the hands of their teachers or in their own homes (as happened to one of my siblings) is the egregious crime that gets filed away as a story in the dark corner of the room that needs light shone upon it.
It’s about as silly as telling a child to go play in traffic so that they will obey stop signs when they are older.
The juxtaposition with what he is saying and what he isn’t saying is a tremendous pull on my heart. Everything he said was the difference between his two sets of grandparents.
The last time, my youngest was actually last, and the new kid made a big deal about it guffawing and harping. So my youngest told him that he had always been last in the other times and should be “it” instead of my boy.